I could thank the Puritans for my luxuries, with their clean, industrious ways. I’m sure I can thank the Lord, whose mercies are new every morning—even in Nepal. I just want to remember how rich I am.
It's 7:30 in the morning in Makiabari, the small mountain village in the Darjeeling area where we have arranged home stays. It is a hazy morning—the clouds have not yet lifted. But you can start to see the surrounding valleys and ridges. I have heard the sounds of a community coming to life since 6,… Continue reading Letters from Bharat: morning in the mountains